Lotus Lyrics

Right about now I see why call it a bad trip

I think I could have just done acid

Shitty vacation I didn't even plan this

Bad fever burning up in my cabin

Need a breather and a reason to bury the hatchet

Blood on my hands, but I still need a bandage

Caught red handed

The old adage like

My old ways ain't gon' die of old age

Imma need an assassin, assess the damage

Don't patch it

I guess I just won't speak in past tense

Cause that tension manifested in the present

Fucking gift horse should've been a blessing

Second guessed it, judgement was against it

Wrong questions, no answers

They say God subtracts what he's added

Need vs. Want, fuck the semantics

Guess what, coping's been replaced with a habit

If the smoke is organic

Than nothing fucking matters

If I forget what happens, sore legs running right past it

A vortex, my thoughts overlapping

A bright future might've been dampened

Son in case I lose this battle I was drafted

I brought a master-piece I was hoping to brandish

Thought I had to speak before I lose my balance

Any minute my mind might go static

Any minute a line might flatten

I ask Jaco if they listen when we rapping

He told me they probably don't care what really happens

Reach for my bootstraps, but the leather's weak

Sing for the cool cats, I'm the Jester King

Good liquor, bring the rest of it please

Good weed, I want the best of it please

Bad trip, I wanna see the end of it please

Wash, rinse, repeat

That's how I'm gonna end the week

Just trying to drown boy, I ain't need the seven seas

I just tell myself the keep rapping

We can make this shit really happen

But I think what if it flatten

Hard to believe, I can keep stabbing

I could load this clip to my brain and take it

Then I don't have to worry about saving shit

I can't even take the fake faces I been making

The more I feel like it's been breaking

I'm just standing in an empty room shaking

Just another piece of shit GTA wasted

Building up but I feel I'm breaking

Like who the fuck you faking

My Lord have we forsaken

You watching your people keep scraping

Or is this a sick game you playing

Maybe I fell anticipating

Just watching the world while it's rotating

Never changing

Waiting for the end and I'm contemplating

Got my heart racing

Fuck it, I'm blazing

Cause it's got me feeling amazing

Waving at death while I'm lacing

Just living in the craving and some hell I'm raising

Before the appraising leave them hussies fading

Sailing through liquor like I'm training

Attaining inner peace but what am I obtaining

I'll let you know when I'm done aiming

And they done framing, nurse this bottle call it self taming

Drowning myself out till the maiming

Cause there's nobody left claiming

And fuck it, I'm tired of blaming

Reach for my bootstraps, but the leather's weak

Sing for the cool cats, I'm the Jester King

Good liquor, bring the rest of it please

Good weed, I want the best of it please

Bad trip, I wanna see the end of it please

Wash, rinse, repeat

That's how I'm gonna end the week

Just trying to drown boy, I ain't need the seven seas